Saturday Night Fever
with John Travolta in his star-making performance, and other people overshadowed by him.
1977 Brooklyn. The pants are tight, the cars are big and the hair is bigger. Travolta disappears into the role of Tony Manero, local paint store clerk and disco dancing lord of the local nightclub. He's also the leader of his local gang of loud Italian punks, and the object of affection for every young woman who comes into inhaling distance of his pheromones. Except for one...who he spots on the dance floor and instantly becomes smitten with. After much inarticulate courting, she agrees to be his dance partner for the upcoming competition, but Tony's got other worries. His older brother Frank has scandalized the family by leaving the priesthood, one of his buddies lands in the hospital after a bad gang beating, and the runt of the group has gotten his very Catholic girlfriend pregnant. There's also racial tension, drug use, gang fights, sexual assault, and most terrifying of all, nonstop disco music on the turntable.
I've seen bits and pieces of this over the years, but I'd never actually sat down and watched this thing all the way through before. And...it's a damn good movie. It's an instantly authentic slice of a very particular piece of history. Never is anything less than totally believable. I've never really taken John Travolta seriously as an actor, but he crushes it out of the park with Tony Manero. At no point are you ever in any doubt that he's a real person with real problems and real emotions. And he's all about the disco moves. If you're into that kind of thing.
When my daughter was about 7 or 8, she walked into the living room where by random channel-surfing chance, I stopped on the official music video for Stayin' Alive by the Bee Gees. My wife and I assured her that upon release, it was the coolest thing on the planet at that time, bar none. I'll never forget the look of of incredulous horror on her face at that revelation.
Sub-zero cool in 1977. Believe it or not.